Song: My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne
No Happy Ending
Ziva finished untying her shoelace, placed her iPod in its dock, and pressed shuffle. She heard the soft tune Abby had only recently placed on her iPod, wanting to expand both their ranges, as she opened the fridge and grabbed a cool bottle of water. She sat down, exhausted from her morning run.
"So much for my happy ending... Let's talk this over, it's not like we're dead. Don't leave me hanging, in a city so dead, held up so high on such a breakable thread."
Yes, so much for the happy ending she had envisaged. First with Michael, then with the person on her mind all morning. She could barely think his name at the moment. She was left hanging, not knowing her position with him. He could never talk about things seriously. It almost felt as though he were dead.
"You were all the things I thought I knew, and I thought we could be... You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it."
They did lose it. Everyone could see they fit. But after Jeanne, she felt lost, as though she had everything she needed ripped away from her.
"So much for my happy ending, all this time you were pretending."
Pretending like he pretended with Jeanne. Well, he did it well. Fooled her. But that was to be expected. He was expert at pretending.
"All the memories so close to me just fade away. All the things you hide from me, all the stuff that you do."
She was terrified those few good memories would slip through her fingers while he hooked up with more and more Brenda's.
She shook herself out of self pity, she needed to get changed for work. Ziva wondered what incredible sex stories he would have for McGee and her today.
Yes, Tony definitely had it easier, he didn't have to deal with a happy ending that would never happen.